Bless your heart. Hate to hear that. You can always remember the good times, beautiful face and sweet loving ways. It's like losing a child and will never be easy. Lost my Max, aka Mr. Tibbenson some years ago at 13. Now I have a 14 year old named Daisy I see slowing down. Gray hair and wobbly legs. But I'll love her as much as I can even after death. xoxo